I pressed my ear to your chest
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And heard something personal.
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A whisper that knew my name.
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Is it how your heart treats all strangers?
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With love and affection?
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Then I feel cold and empty.
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I've got a sense of urgency.
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I've got to make this happen.
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No stone unturned.
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I've got a sense of urgency.
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I've got to make something happen.
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No stone unturned.
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I held your hand while you were sleeping
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The whole night you griped to mine.
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A grip that begged me to stay.
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Is this how your limbs treat all strangers?
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With love and affection?
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Then I fell weak and empty.
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Strangers don't hide.
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The morning hunts you down.
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And there's nothing stranger
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Than to love someone.
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I heard the water beat at your skin
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A shower of discipline, as heavy as iron.
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And I imagined the hand that gripped mine.
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Now gripping the gaps in the tiles.
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Just holding on tight.
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Strangers
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| White Lies |
